The Team Say Yes to the Dress!

My wife and the team say yes to the dress.

By Philyouretoofilthy

This is a continuation of the story 'my new wife and the team'. Word spreads about hat good hosts we are, and again the group decides what they want from us in advance. Scarlett and I explored the kind of person Harry is, I think he'll be back for more. Who knows, we may find the strength to find him one day...

It was the morning after the events that unfolded between Scarlett and our three guests from our chat, I hadn't realized how through the night our little group exploded into action. I sleepily checked my phone as Scarett slept, her arm around my chest, head ticked into my shoulder. I read through to catch up...

07********* So it's real? Fuck, it sounds like you had a mega time!

Harry Yeah, she's incredible! We've stumbled into something amazing here!

Steve Yep, she's filth! Feel a bit sorry for her hubby tho.

07*** it Happening again this Sunday?

Harry Yeah! 6PM, I need to pick up my washing while I'm there ha!

07*** I'm in!

07*** Me too

07*** Same!

Steve Yep, me too

07*** OK, 6 Sunday

07*** If I can get away in time I'll be there.

Harry OK, @Phlip get some more beers in, maybe some food would be good too pal. Snacks and stuff yeah? Whats she wearin for us this week? What we thinking boys?

07*** Wedding dress :P

Harry Oh, yeah! Wedding dress. I forgot! That sounds good. @Scarlett it still fit OK? You up for a bit of bondage :) course you are. @Phlip when she's in it, I want her tied up for us in bed ok? On all fours by 6.

The week passed by so quickly, and before I knew it, It was Sunday. There were beers chilling in the Fridge, I had bought an array of snack foods, some of which were warming in the oven, and I was in our bedroom, lacing the back of Scarlett's wedding dress. Underneath it, was the lingerie set bought specifically for our wedding night. We were both so anxious, two submissive wrecks, comforting each other. Scarlett looked stunning in the white gown.

"OK" I said, it's 5,45, we should really get you tied up, "Sure about this?" I asked Scarlett smiled and gave an affirmative mmm hmm before an "I love you" as I turned away getting pink ropes from the drawer unit in our bedroom. I guided Scarlett to kneel in position on our bed, facing away from the headboard, her head aligned with the foot of the bed, I tied her wrists to the posts at each corner, and her ankles to the middle of the bed frame. I crouched down, and giving her a kiss, I told her that I loved her, and placed the veil over her face. I could see her biting her lip through the translucent material, and I nervously left the room to go back downstairs.

I took out the snacks from the oven, and plated them, placing them on the coffee table in out living room. On the armchair, Harry's washed, ironed and folded rugby kit, just as He'd instructed. It was 5.59, and the first knock came. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Nervously I answered the door, Steve, and his associate from last week, who's name I still did not know, plus three other men were at the door. I invited them in and as I looked out of the door, from concern of what the neighbors might think, I noticed Harry, walking through he gates at the end of our drive.

I entered the kitchen to grab a couple of cold beers for our guests, Harry was already talking to the other 5 men in our living room. I took a deep breath and walked in myself.

"Ah, this is Phil, the husband!" Harry introduced me to the room,

"Hi", I mumbled back.

"Are you gonna show me where she is?" Harry suggested.

"Of course"

"Of course... what?"

"Of course Harry?" I offered.

"Nope..."

Of course... Sir"

"Better"

I directed Harry to our bedroom, and opened the door slowly, revealing Scarlett tied to the bed.

"Awww fuck!" Harry was clearly pleased. He looked down at Scarlett, her eyes met his for a second before he addressed me again.

"Mind if I kiss the bride?"

"No" I was able to say sheepishly.

"No... what?"

"No Sir"

Harry smiled and looked at Scarlett, who giggled, seeming delighted by what Harry had made me say. Harry crouched, lifted her veil, and kissed Scarlett deeply, biting her lip as he did.

"Are you going to look after me and my friends?"

"Yes."

"Good girl" Harry turned to me now, "OK Philip, you can go back down now, tell the first he can come up."

Once again I entered the living room, two more faces were now present.

"Um, who's first I asked nervously, she's ready."

"Oh that's me! Came a voice, it was Steve, who was a guest last week.

"Upstairs, first on the left I advised,"

"Don't worry" he said walking past me, placing his hand on my shoulder condescendingly, "I'll find her."

I heard the stairs creaking, I knew there were fourteen, and I counted every single one. I heard the door creak and muffled voices, Scarlett's tone, clear above the deeper male ones. There was laughter, a giggle from Scarlett, and then silence for a few seconds before a moan I recognized from Scarlett. Again, the stairs creaked and Harry entered the room. We could all hear the rhythmic pounding from upstairs, I must have looked in shock,

"Don't worry" said harry, "I'm sure he's taking care of her." Why don't you get me a beer?"

I did so as the pounding grew faster, handing over the bottle I tried to make sense of the sounds from above. I could identify questions being asked in Steve's voice, affirmatives in Scarlett's though I could identify no words. The pounding slowed again, I heard Steve let out an almighty groan, before the floorboards creaked once more. He appeared through the door behind me, sinking into the sofa.

"Fuck, yes, he announced. All yours Lee, he gestured to his friend, who stood up, and stretched.

"Oh, Phil, she wants you to go up, doesn't want to be on her own for all this apparently..."

"Of course," I replied.

"Maybe give her a couple of minutes though, before you go up."

This time I heard no voices before the moaning and thumping through the ceiling started. A few minutes had passed, so I went upstairs as I was asked. I opened the bedroom door, Scarlett was where I'd left, her, Lee behind her, hands gripping her waist tightly, red handprints clearly visible. I got down on my knees to be face to face with Scarlett, almost as a parent might while reassuring a crying child.

"Where... were... you?" she asked, words escaping in between thrusts.

"I... I'm sorry"

"Ooh someone's in trouble" piped up Lee, still inside her.

"Do, you need anything sweetpea?" I asked, Scarlett pouted as if she wanted a kiss, of course, I kissed her right away, and told her I loved her.

"I... love... you... too... UGHHH" she got the words out just as Lee's thrusts had been so vigorous that a small orgasm had crept up on her. Lee let out an almighty moan as he came, raising his middle finger at me as he did. Withdrawing from Scarlett, Lee removed a condom, tossed it into the bin by Scarlett's dresser.

"I can't believe you didn't come up when I asked" Scarlett scowled at me.

"I'm sorry, I was told to wait" I tried to explain.

Scarlett was silent, I can always tell when she's thinking something, especially when she's working out if what she's thinking is a bridge too far.

"I think it's Harry's turn with me, Philip, go and tell him." Scarlett said this with a mischievous grin, and authoritatively.

I did as I was told, and I counted the sound from the fourteen stairs as Harry climbed them. I heard lots of muffled talking this time, lots of giggling, and moaning. I obsessively watched the clock on the wall, 23 minutes of listening to the bed creak until I was called.

"Philip! Bring Scarlett some fruit from the fridge!" I heard Scarlett's tone following the instruction

"Oh, and she wants a Pepsi Max too."

My heart was in my mouth as I collected what was requested and rushed upstairs, opening the door, I wasn't ready for the sight that greeted me. Scarlett was no longer tied up, the dress was on the floor, and appeared to have been ripped. She was laid in bed, legs and arms wrapped around Harry who was moaning loudly into MY pillow. Scarlett looked at me and grinned as Harry's moans got louder, before a final almighty moan. Harry Rolled over onto my side of the bed.

"Fuck" he said softly. Putting on clothes. "I think I made a mess."

My heart sank a little, as he said the words, "How many more?" he asked.

"Four I think..." I replied. Harry laughed.

"I think your wife has a little job for you, you should have come up when you were asked."

Scarlett sat cross legged in bed, duvet around her, smiling as she ate the snacks I'd brought.

I sat on the edge of the bed as Harry left the room. As Scarlett placed the plastic container of cut fruit onto the bedside table, the duvet fell, and I could clearly see the bruises and love bites on her neck and chest. I was caught staring.

"I asked him to..." Scarlett said without being prompted.

"Fuck" I muttered. Scarlett wriggled in bed, shuffling down, her shoulders propped on the pillows.

"I need cleaning up..." she raised her eyebrows as she said the words. "Remember, you asked for this."

This was no different to any other time, and I got into bed beside Scarlett. The duvet so clearly smelled of Harry's aftershave. Not saying anything, I crawled under the covers kissing my way from Scarlett's ankles to her thighs, and as I did so Scarlett opened her legs. Harry had indeed made a mess. I hesitated. I felt Scarlett's fingers in my hair, the intense smell of sex taking over from the aftershave.

"Go on... pup" I heard through the duvet.

Even with the limited light under the duvet, I could see Scarlett was tender, and knew I'd have to be gentle. With the tip of my tongue, I very delicately licked from the bottom of Scarlett's leaking pussy to the tip, being very careful not to be rough when reached her clit. I could taste Harry now. Different from the taste of the salty, sticky kiss I'd been given last week, as I could taste Scarlett too. I buried my tongue inside Scarlett, after all, I did have a job to do, but I was determined to make her cum. My licks got more vigorous as the taste of Harry was slowly replaced by Scarlett. I buried my face into her, and heard her tell tale moans from above, she gripped my hair, but I didn't want to go anywhere until I'd felt her legs shake and heard one of her cute giggles. Focusing on her clit, I shook my head and added pressure with my tongue, I hears Scarlett's smokey voice moan, and heard her fingers grip at the sheets, her thighs gripped my shoulders, I knew Scarlett well enough to know that a finger against her G spot would tip her over the edge into an orgasm. I barely touched Scarlett, and she rewarded me with moans and giggles, I kissed her thighs, and ran my fingers over them, as I gave her a moment to return her breathing to normal.

"Are you OK?" I asked,

"A little sore" came the reply, "And my legs ache. I want you to stay for the next part, these men are expecting a service from us, and we're not bad hosts are we?"

I called down the stairs that Scarlett was ready again, and heard the conversation start. Three voices carried up the stairs and approached the room, the door opened and there they were.

The door opened and they entered the room.

"Not too tired?" Of them opened with, rubbing his erect cock over his shorts.

Scarlett, who was sitting on the edge of the bed was rubbing her legs, she met his eyes and shook her head,

"Hubby sticking around for this or...?!

Scarlett nodded.

"Oh, fun, On your fucking knees, slut"

Scarlett did as she was told, the last man to enter the room, younger than the rest seemed shocked by the language.

"That's a bit... I mean..."

"Oh, it's fine, she likes it, you can say what you want, it doesn't matter, Steve said so."

He paused.

"He told me he got the most amazing blowjob off her, like properly fucked her mouth, I'm getting one."

He pulled the elastic of his waistband down, his penis free and inches from Scarlett. He stroked it a couple of times, not even looking at Scarlett as he discussed her.

"Well suck it then bitch!" he said, finally looking down at her.

Scarlett began dutifully sucking his cock in front of me, I could hear her saliva, see her tongue working on his shaft, cute dimples on her cheeks as she serviced our guest.

"Deeper, that's it, slut" Scarlett coughed, taken by surprise at the had on the back of her head.

"I... I wanna fuck her" the timid voice from the youngest guy amongst them came forward.

"So fuck her! Announced the man currently in Scarlett's mouth. His friend clearly emboldened by the actions he'd seen.

"In fact, Get on the bed, and bend over, don't stop sucking my cock though..."

Scarlett stood up, and turned, getting on the bed as she was told to, giving me eye contact as she did. She resumed her duty as our guest stood next to the bd she was bent over on, as the young guy walked past me behind her, taking out his cock and attempting to locate the entrance to her tight little pussy with the tip of his cock, using his hand to guide himself. Grabbing her hips to steady himself, he was inside my darling Scarlett so quickly, and his head shot back as though he was gazing at the ceiling.

"Fuck!" was all he said as he began to fuck her.

Both men continued to take what they wanted, I could hear Scarlett's muffled moans, again she coughed and spluttered, her make up running down her cheeks.

"Why are you letting them be so mean to you?" escaped my lips. Scarlett's broken voice replied to me.

"Because I'm a slut."

Scarlett smiled and giggled, She continued to suck, supporting herself with one hand, stroking with the other. Both men began to moan, I approached and moved Scarlett's hair from her face and eyes.

"I love you." I whispered.

"Mmmmm" Hmmmm" Scarlett Slurped, I understood, me too!

Both men came quickly after that and left the room with their friend.

Scarlett kneeled on the bed, tying back her hair, strands of it wet from saliva, she glowed, and I told her so. I was so proud of her.

My head spinning, I walked downstairs and allowed our guests out, closing and locking the door behind me. Passing the bathroom, I ran a bath for Scarlett, selecting a bathbomb, placing our fluffiest towel on the radiator to warm, and chose some moisturizing lotions that I could rub into her aching legs. Where else is this going to go, I wondered as I placed a kiss on Scarlett's head. This was the cleanup I looked forward to the most.

To be continued in 'Harry comes to stay.'